They called him El Tigre. His tattoo parlor was set up in the back room of an underground dance club. He had built up a reputation as a true artist, doing his best work when given free reign to sculpt an image of his own choosing around the natural contours of the body. I went home from the club with a different guy every night. I was always attracted to ba...
In the morning she was gone, which was a good thing; you try explaining to your three year old why Mommy's special friend spent the night sleeping in her bed with Daddy. She did, however, leave me a present, of a sort. "What's that," Michael asked when I finally managed to roll out of bed and stagger to the shower. I'm not a morning person. "What's what?"...
This story is a continuation of our exhibitionist adventure set up for us by a beautiful but devious girl named Melissa. It can be read as a stand alone story, but would be better if you started at the beginning. Enjoy! * We both have piercing's and tattoo's, but we have never gone to the tattoo shop naked to get them. The shop was well lit and it was alm...
The next morning, Vivian awoke first. As soon as she was aware she had a woman in her arms, she became cognizant of the events of the previous night. She slid her bottom hand underneath Angela's arm pit to reach and maul Angela's ample tits. With her other hand Vivian fingered Angela's pussy. She concentrated on Angela's clitoris, which had the effect of awa...
I wasn't quite sure which category to put this in. but decided that Humour and Satire fitted best. I could have added some actual sex to it but decided it actually made a better story without. Veronica does not in fact have its origin from Latin and Greek and mean, "true image." In fact it is from Greek and means, "She who brings victory." Nevertheless I de...
The bell on the door chimed and a dark haired lady swept into the coffee shop. I paused from my newspaper to watch her approach the counter to order. Nice looking, brown eyes, cafe au lait skin and a slightly round face with a flat nose. Perhaps native American. I could not exactly hear her words when ordering coffee, but from the tonal inflections and the c...
Lynn followed the black limousine through the intersection in a left-hand turn with Justin hugging her close atop her Soft Tail. She digguh digguh digguh digguh'ed behind the limo's rear bumper around the corner, ever mindful of the driver's brake lights up ahead. The car pulled to a stop next to "The Lucky Horseshoe Tattoo Parlor and Piercing Studio," takin...
“Hello.”….”Oh, Hi, Linda….“….”Yeah, about three this afternoon.”….”Yes, it’s over, for all the good it’ll do me.”….”Well, I got the house and my car, but I have to keep making the payments. I was paying for them anyway, so nothing's much different”….”No, no alimony. His lawyer said I had a good job, and the judge agreed.”….” I feel pretty rotten, really.”….”...
I was sitting in a sort of cozy living room, many pictures of drawings or famous people getting inked were posted on the wall, and the place smelt really nice. It was a lot better than other joints I visited in the past month. Some internet sensation was tattooed here, which in any case, the place got a boost of popularity. I saw a biker and his old lady, bo...
My wife, Cindy, loves to wear flirty sundresses. We had gone out to the local store to do some shopping. It was a typical breezy warm and sunny summer day and Cindy was feeling pretty happy. We had just left the store carrying some packages when the wind picked up and lifted her dress up over her arms. Cindy let out a little scream and tried to pull the dres...